Beauty Is A Perilous Gift.

All The Things Of The Wild Have Their Proper Uses. Only Misuse Makes Them Evil.

Truth Is A Hard Master, And Costly To Serve, But It Simplifies All Problems.

Too Much Trust Is Folly, In An Imperfect World.

As Roads Go, The Road Home Is As Good As Any.

Life Goes Not In A Straight Line, Lad, But In A Circle. The First Half We Spend Venturing As Far As The World's End From Home And Kin And Stillness, And The Latter Half Brings Us Back, By Roundabout Ways But Surely, To That State From Which We Set Out.